Ding Dong the Mouse is dead!

It's been about 2 weeks since someone had seen the mouse in our room. But it was a long process these past three weeks.
First Killing attempt- Buy traps from the market. We wanted the boxes that they get trapped inside, but after hearing, "They are not here. You come tomorrow." I waited a day. Falling for the African response and expecting they'd actually be there tomorrow was my first failure. Of course they weren't there the next day, so rather than wait, I bought snap traps. They said Mouse Traps on the box but were more the size of rat traps. "Oh well," we thought "load them with peanut butter anyway." I didn't really want to be the one to find a mouse snapped in half, so I didn't check them the next day.
Joe checked them two days later, and the peanut butter had been licked clean.
Fooled by the mouse the first time! We realized the trap wasn't set right and didn't even go off when we pushed it with a stick. We reloaded it with peanut butter and checked a few hours later.

Second Killing attempt- After making sure the trap will go off. Blasted mouse out smarted us again, and got an extra helping of peanut butter! Apparently the mouse was too light and wouldn't set off the trap.

Third Killing Attempt- So we reloaded it for a third try, this time with more weight. We placed 3 heavy coins on the trap and then put peanut butter on it. We had to wait till morning to see if it worked.
Morning came, and the trap was clean all except for the three coins. More free peanut butter for this stupid mouse, but at least he didn't take our coins (totaling about $1USD).

Fourth Killing attempt- While out in town that day, I stopped by to talk to Robert. He was our friend out in Pabo two years ago and now lives and workes in Gulutown. He told me about this type of medicine I could buy, open the capsule and mix half of it with a scoop of peanut butter. It would poison the mouse and kill him. I was estatic. Robert and I walked down the street and I bought 6 pills for about 4 cents. Drugs are pretty cheap here! I went home, mixed up the concoction and waited. Little did I know that Andy (another teacher) had found and bought 'Rodent Paste' that is basically rat poison. We put both on the trap and waited.

Days passed and we weren't sure if he was still alive or not. It appeared as though he hadn't eaten either the peanut butter or the poison, but there weren't as many late night scares of the mouse trying to climb into bed with one of the six of us. And that was a very good thing!

Fast forward about a week or more later. Six girls living in what we lovingly dubbed "Polly Pocket Ville". A 10'X 12' room with 3 bunk beds, 6 girls, and ALL of our stuff. The room started to smell, but as you can imagine we just thought it was a by product of the small size and the amount of girls. The next morning, thankfully group 1 was leaving, our room stank of death. As the other four girls packed up to leave Gulu, Sarah and I packed up to move into another room.
I am now happily living in the master bedroom (don't get too excited, there are still 3 bunk beds) with two other girls and we have a lot more space. Plus our day time guard, Michael Jackson (I'm not kidding) is awesome and he found the mouse in the back corner of our room. My heart goes out to Jenni and Kristin who slept in that corner of the room. So soddy.
Michael and Evelyn cleaned the room and soon it will be free of mouse stench.

Alas, after many long nights, and way too many killing trials, the mouse is dead! Maybe we'll have a party tonight!